Текст песни Dance of Death - Cesare Verdacchi

When Death will knock at my own door
I'll welcome her with open arms
She'll find me clean, stylish and smart
Like a dandy in a posh suburb
The Sunday hat right on
Cufflinks and fob watch
A silver buckle belt
A pair of shining boots
And maybe she
Will make me her number two
Roamin' through the world
Searchin' for the shattered souls
Don't fear us
Coz death is a release at all
We'll heal all your diseases
Are the best medicine
Nor riches
Nor poors
It makes no difference you know
No special treats at all
Democracy guides our work
No point of running man
There's nowhere we won't find you
On earth
So get higher
More higher
In the spinning dance with her
You'll drive
Your troubles away
Then indulge in her embrace
And enjoy the eternal stay
So get higher
More higher
In the spinning dance with her
You'll drive
Your troubles away
Then indulge in her embrace
And enjoy the eternal stay
In the spinning dance with her
You'll drive
Your troubles away